Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This was the course I chose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which cannot hold. So death chose for me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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8650 | 2022-03-26 21:10:45 | 90.11 | 98% |
8316 | 2021-04-17 10:26:35 | 86.13 | 98% |
6643 | 2019-04-19 10:40:24 | 95.87 | 98% |